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| - "You've never been to Blueberry Hill?" asks the incredulous Vegan when I say after living here three years I've never eaten at the casual restaurant. "Oh, you have to go, it's a Vegas staple!"
So after a few drinks we needed something open late. We couldn't agree on a place open late that sounded good to everyone, and Blueberry Hill was close by.
Blueberry Hill is open 24 hours. It all goes downhill from there.
I ordered the chilequilas, which I had never had before. I guess they're like breakfast nachos. The food was absolutely mediocre at best. Now I know it's 1am, and fine dining isn't exactly what I'm looking for, but it at least should make me go "Yum!" instead of "Oh..." And around us, between the four, nothing was a stand out at all. Nothing said to us, "Damn, that's what we SHOULD have ordered." (Although H. San's pancake stack looked mildly appealing.)
Service was awful. Again, I know it's 1am, and if you're a little understaffed, I understand. Grave is not an easy shift. But it doesn't take that long to refill a soda or coffee. How do I know this? Because after she had asked if we wanted refills, she proceeded to forget AND REFILL EVERY OTHER TABLE before a busser offered us refills.
So yeah. It'll be a long time before I come back to this dump. There, I've been to Blueberry Hill, I've done my duty as a Las Vegan, now leave me alone!
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